White When she weeps When she weeps, the skies turn grey, Her sorrow paints the dawn away. Tears like rivers gently flow, Whispering tales of silent woe. Her fragile heart, a shattered glass, Reflects the dreams that couldn’t last. In every drop, a world of pain, Yet through the storm, she stands again. Though clouds may linger in her eyes, Hope still hides in tear-filled skies. For in her tears, a strength is born, To rise once more with every morn. ©Amen #love poetry for her